Horror games? Whatever, I'll die.

The dungeon boss attacks students who break the rules or run away. However, as long as you convince your parents over the phone to let you graduate, you will no longer be a student of Wude Academy and can leave the academy openly through the main gate.

But they only have one chance. If they can't convince the parents over the phone, the copywriting is basically doomed.

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The cafeteria lady, scooping a spoonful from what appeared to be a garbage can, poured it into the student's bowl. Seeing the student still standing there dumbfounded, she put her hands on her hips and yelled, "What are you looking at?"

Although she's feisty, she's quite human.

Liang Zaibing replied sincerely, "I just thought Auntie looked especially beautiful today, so I took a second look."

If I don't look at her more often, she'll turn into that ruthless, heartless old woman by tonight.

"You silly child, you're always spouting sweet talk." The woman was actually a little embarrassed by the compliment and enthusiastically picked up her rice spoon to add more food to his plate.

Liang Zaibing finally understood what the story of the farmer and the snake, and Hao Jian and the old lady meant. I praised you, and you still gave me so many awful dishes.

"No need, no need, this is enough." Liang Zaibing covered her plate and ran away in a flash.

Liang Zaibing took her tray and sat down next to the other players.

"You all heard that, didn't you?"

Liu Ying nodded excitedly, "The students said that as long as we can convince our parents when we call them tomorrow, we can leave here."

Sheng Jingyu looked confident and said, "Hmph, easy as pie."

Mo Qiuping didn't offer any opinion, but Feng Peng looked excited, as if he was about to be released from prison.

Seeing the confident expressions on everyone else's faces, Liang Zaibing suddenly felt a sense of unease.

So many students failed to escape the academy through this path, and instead ended up in this inhuman state. Can they really succeed?

Today's tomato and egg stir-fry was consistently good; the slightly burnt tomato chunks were stir-fried with a small amount of egg skin, making it a rare and excellent dish at the academy.

Liang Zaibing picked up a piece of food with a hint of melancholy. "Scrambled eggs with tomatoes, this is a bad omen."

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Liang Zaibing quickly finished her lunch in two bites and returned to Class 9's classroom before the afternoon class started.

Last time, he was interrupted and didn't finish watching that illusion.

In horror games, these triggered flashbacks are usually key plot points, sometimes even hiding the origin of everything and the truth behind the curse. You always feel uneasy if you don't see them.

Moreover, it might contain the key to cracking the phone or other solutions.

Sitting at that corner desk again, my feelings were inexplicably complicated.

Even in this special classroom converted from a storage room, this set of desks and chairs is the most dilapidated, covered with scratches from pen nibs and knives.

The chair legs were uneven, with three legs longer than the other, and it wobbled from time to time, making it uncomfortable to sit on. It was the perfect size for him, but too tall for a size 11.

He could almost see the boy standing upright, copying "I am a murderer who deserves to go to hell" over and over again on the table.

Liang Zaibing could never forget those eyes, which held a deep melancholy hidden in their grayness.

What exactly happened to him?

According to the faceless people in the illusion, only juvenile delinquents who have committed murder are sent here for reformation. Who did Number 11 kill? Did he really kill someone?

Why did a boy who was bullied but did not resist and cooperated with corporal punishment in the name of education become a murderous ghost under the principal's command after he died?

It's somewhat inappropriate for such emotions to appear on the ghostly counterparts who are their natural adversaries, but humans are inherently emotional beings who cannot control their emotions.

They can grieve for their comrades who share life and death, and they can also pity the pitiful people who are forced by fate to go astray.

Liang Zaibing took a deep breath, touched the dents on the table, and slowly closed her eyes.

When I opened my eyes again, what I saw was indeed a yellowed memory.

The faceless men carrying corpse number 11 froze on the spot when they saw who was outside the door.

"Principal, what brings you here?"

The principal's emaciated face showed no anger or fear, only a slight frown, as if his good mood had been disturbed by a fly.

Principal Bao slapped away their hands as they tried to hide behind the body of number 11, saying, "What are you hiding for? Hurry up and take it to the back of the mountain and bury it, don't let it stink."

Seemingly surprised that the principal not only didn't hold them accountable but also gave them the green light, these faceless men were extremely excited. They responded with "Yes" and carried the corpse out of the academy.

A cloud of yellow dust rose as the young body was hastily buried on a desolate mountain where no one ever visited.

Each mound represents a student who died at the Wude Academy; they are so densely packed that the line seems endless.

The rain poured down, soaking every dust-covered leaf and turning the soil on the nameless grave mound a deep brown.

Whether it was a trick of her imagination or not, Liang Zaibing felt that the mound of earth burying No. 11 seemed to move slightly, and a faint sound came from it.

Could it be that Number 11 didn't actually die, but was buried alive in the ground?

He instinctively reached out to brush away the soil, but couldn't touch anything.

Yes, this is an illusion; he can't do anything or change anything.

When the rain stopped, the weather was still as gloomy as midnight.

On that small mound floated a shadow exuding a dense aura of death, so light it seemed a gust of wind could blow it away.

He looked somewhat bewildered with his head down, but when he saw the buildings of the Five Virtues Academy not far away, his eyes were instantly filled with a soaring killing intent.

Liang Zaibing followed Number 11 back to the academy and watched him kill the teachers one by one.

They screamed and ran away in panic, completely losing their usual domineering demeanor.

The faceless men who killed him fled up the stairs, but found themselves with nowhere to go when they reached the rooftop.

"boom--"

"boom--"

"boom--"

They fell to their deaths one by one from the building.

Liang Zaibing saw those gray sneakers again.

The other students took advantage of the chaos to escape the academy, and soon, Principal Bao was the only living person left in the entire school.

Number 11 walked slowly and lightly towards the principal.

Liang Zaibing observed the scene before him intently. If he was not mistaken, the turning point would occur here.

From a vengeful ghost to a knife in the principal's hand.

Principal Bao looked back in terror as he ran forward as fast as he could.

The car is right ahead; once you get on, you can leave this place!

Number 11 followed him at a leisurely pace, always one step behind. Principal Bao opened the car door and rushed forward.

When he closed the car door and was about to drive off, he suddenly realized that the accelerator wouldn't respond no matter how hard he pressed it.

Principal Bao anxiously turned around to observe the location of the vengeful ghost, but saw nothing. When he turned back to look at the rearview mirror, he suddenly bumped into a pair of dark eyes right in the passenger seat!

"Aa ...

The principal screamed in agony, frantically trying to open the door, but he couldn't budge it.

A pair of cold hands silently gripped his neck.